Soukoku One-Shots

Valentine's Murders

When Dazai walked into school this morning, he was prepared.

He'd gone to bed early to ensure a generous six hours of sleep instead of the usual four. He'd allowed plenty of time to wrap his gift. He'd bought a coffee and a croissant from the bakery near his house for Chuuya. They left early, so he had plenty of time to annoy him while they walked to school.

All this to ensure that he'd be in the best mood he possibly could today. For Chuuya. Because he promised not to commit any federal crimes.

"Hey, so, Valentine's Day's coming up," Chuuya murmured, tracing nonsensical lines over Dazai's chest. It was late, and the moonlight streaming in through the window turned his eyes into molten silver.

Dazai sighed at that. They were in their senior year, now, and it was always the same. "It is," he agreed quietly.

Chuuya gave him a look as his wandering fingertips paused. "Please don't murder anyone, okay?"

Dazai didn't say anything.

Chuuya narrowed his eyes. "Osamu."

Dazai wanted to say no, he truly did. Making false promises was not something he did with Chuuya, and this would be a painfully difficult agreement to uphold.

But what was he supposed to do when Chuuya was as pretty as he was, when he said his name the way he did?

"Fine, fine, I won't murder anyone," he sighed, lazily intertwining their fingers.

But apparently, Chuuya wasn't convinced, and Dazai wasn't sure whether he should've been offended by that or not. "Promise," he insisted, voice low and rough and entirely too seductive.

Dazai stared at him for a moment.

Chuuya stared back.

Dazai frowned.

Chuuya sighed. "I know it's irritating, believe me, but it's just one day. And they don't mean any harm."

Dazai stared at him for a minute more, but it was really just for show. His mind had been made up the moment Chuuya asked him, like usual.

He'd have to learn how to say no to him, someday.

"Fine," Dazai relented, looking away. "I promise I won't murder anyone."

Seemingly satisfied, Chuuya resumed tracing his lines. Dazai watched him with something hot burning in his chest as Chuuya's fingertips danced over his exposed collarbone. It was quiet all around them, with only the moonlight for company, and Dazai desperately wanted to stay like this forever.

"I love you," he whispered, barely a breath. The words tumbled out of him carelessly, thoughtlessly, and the best part of it all was that they could.

Chuuya's answering smile was the loveliest thing in the world, and even better was the lingering kiss he pressed to Dazai's lips a moment later. "I love you too," he said softly, and they stayed entwined like that until the moonlight faded and the sun rose again.

Dazai and Chuuya walked together like they always did, and Dazai replayed this conversation multiple times in his head as he watched the lovestruck stares follow them to their lockers. They were both popular in their own rights—Chuuya for his looks and athletics, Dazai for his looks and academic performance—but it was more often Chuuya who was subjected to the student body's affections. Dazai could understand; Chuuya was much more approachable and far kinder.

That didn't mean he wasn't pissed off about it.

"Oh, hey, do you remember what we're doing in gym today?" Chuuya asked as he shrugged off his backpack. "'Cause I'm pretty sure I forgot my light shorts today and if we're doing the mile—"